Digging Happiness

Am I digging to discover something new and potentially valuable?
Am I digging to create a distraction?
Am I digging competitively?
Am I digging to confirm the illusive nature of reality?
Am I digging for beauty?
Am I digging because of, instead of, or in contempt of dreaming?
Am I digging for shelter?
Am I digging for dirt?
Am I digging so deep that I may not re emerge?
Am I digging to create a reality?
Am I digging for business?
Am I digging a grave?
Am I digging so shallow because my only utensils are a rusty pocketknife and a tin cup?
Am I digging selfishly?
Am I digging to light my way?
Am I digging to bury something personally shameful?
Am I digging for freedom?
Am I digging in hard ground?
Am I digging to create an illusion?
Am I digging to discover a long-lost and/or forgotten artifact?
Am I digging haphazardly?
Am I digging to obtain fill for an unfilled space, thus creating a perpetual need to dig?
Am I digging for the beast?
Am I digging for nothing?
Am I digging to confirm the elusive nature of reality?
Am I digging for naught?
Am I digging in the right place?
Am I digging so deep that no one can see me?
Am I digging for pleasure?
Am I digging to locate the source?
Am I digging to expose the dark?
Am I digging to hide something of personal value?
Am I digging to be evasive?
Am I digging my grave?
Am I digging so superficially that no one will notice?

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